Redhawk Caldera i am the wild one break me in.

Fox giggled, always amused by Finley's antics. It was true that Fox had not befriended many. And those that she had, she had quickly burned bridges with. Her girlfriends of the creek—Tuwawi, Bazi, Magpie, Bones, and so on—had surely given up on her after the mishap with the Sunspire wolves (or sooner, in the case of Bones). Sure, Magpie was back, but that did not mean that the girl hadn't given up on her. Although Fox had apologized, something rare for the vixen, she had not felt that her apology was accepted, and it had hardly been acknowledged. Perhaps she was asking too much, but she did feel like she was doing the avian girl a great service by allowing her to stay here under the watchful eye of herself and Peregrine (not to mention the other Redhawk Caldera wolves).

The fireball's ears shifted forward and her eyes focused intently on Finley as the Gamma began to make her way through the grass. Fox's bottom was planted firmly on the ground, the sensation of anxiousness and anticipation welling with each passing moment. She could feel the air around her practically buzzing with the hesitation that came before something was about to happen. Her leathery, wet nose twitched, and the young leader spoke an expectant, “Well?”